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Greedy fingertips graze through soft hair and hot skin. They touch and pull and caress sweetly. Whispered praises and moans come out one's mouth, as the other smiles and leaves a trail of kisses from the neck down.
Eventually the two forget about their initial plan. Stanley pushes the older man against the wall and kisses him deeply, tongue in the other's throat and hands on his hair, his face, his thighs. Stanley pressed against the Narrator's body as much as physically possible, wanting to feel him, be close to him (be part of him?). The Narrator kissed back just as eagerly, eyes closed.
Stanley picked up the pace and moved his passionate kisses to his cheeks and down his neck, locking just above his collarbone. The Narrator whined and squished Stanley's shoulders.
“Oh, God”
The Narrator's mind begun fogging up as he saw Stanley slowing kissing his way down his body while looking at him right in the eyes. Christ, he was so hot. They were so hot. The room was so, so hot right now. Oh, this is actually quite overwhelming.
The Narrator's breath begun picking up.
“Uh- uh, Stanley?”
Stanley immediately stopped and looked at him.
“This is- I'm very appreciative of what you're doing right now, sweetheart, but- can we, um, take a break for a moment?”
Understanding flashed across Stanley's eyes as he rose to the Narrator's level. He nodded. Realising the other must be too disoriented to read his thoughts at the moment, he simply pointed to the rest of the bathroom.
“Yes, I-I'd quite like it if we got out of the shower.”
Stanley nodded again and turned off the water, opening the shower curtain and stepping outside. He gestured for the Narrator to take his hand, helping him out of the tub as well.
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Stanley laid comfortably on the Narrator's chest as he fondled the other's left hand, both sat on the couch of the apartment. The lights were dimmed and the room's TV emitted faint white noise.
The two's clothes were replaced with towels (Stanley's idea), leaving most of their skin bare. They remained quiet, simply enjoying each other's presence and drinking in the newfound euphoria of an aftershower.
“I.. hope I didn't ruin the experience for you, Stanley.”
Stanley looked up at the Narrator from where he was, his face unreadable.
At least you don't smell now.
He scoffed. “As if I smelled like anything before! What do I even smell like, now, anyway?”
Don't you know? You were the one who created the shampoo bottles.
“I simply downloaded the assets, Stanley, I don't know.”
Stanley placed his nose directly in the middle of the taller man's chest and sniffed him. The Narrator's heart skipped a beat.
It's... hm. I'd say, maybe, a candle? No, not a candle, that's stupid. A flower. Yeah, that one flower that's.. long, and purple, and flower-y.
“You mean to describe lavender?”
Yeah, that.
The Narrator rolled his eyes. “That's not a flower, Stanley, that's a flowering plant.”
Yeah, whatever, that's what-
“There is a significant difference between-”
It's not that different-
“They really are that different, if you-”
I really don't care-
“Of course you wouldn't, since you're so-” Stanley shoved the Narrator's side.
“Ow! Stanley!”
Fuck off.
The Narrator sighed melodramatically. “You know, I really need to work on that attitude of yours. It's about time I taught you not to run your mouth.”
Stanley turned to lay on his stomach in order to face him properly.
You're not the boss of me.
“Oh I very much am, Stanley, I control everything that you do. You're just an insignificant little man, but me? I give life to this place, meaning! What would you do without me? What story would you tell?”
Strong words for someone who whines and begs every time something doesn't go his way.
“I don't whine or beg, I simply-”
Or is it that you're just as powerless as I am if I don't feel like listening to you?
The Narrator huffed in disbelief. Stanley smirked.
“You're a part of the story, which I have created. I could erase you from existence with the flick of my wrist, if I wanted to.”
Stanley kissed him lovingly.
But you don't. You think I don't know how helpless you'd be without me, but I do, and you love that. You love being at my mercy.
The Narrator opened his mouth as if ready to disagree, but no words escaped his throat. It was no worth denying it, they both knew. Stanley chuckled soundlessly. Then, he got up to his knees, the Narrator's body between them, and tugged lightly at the towel wrapped around the man's waist.
Besides, who'd give you mind-blowing head if I wasn't here?
The Narrator squirmed in place. Well, who was he to go against Stanley's wishes?